Thursday, November 23, 2017

HAPPY THANKSGIVING


HISTORIC HANGTOWN CRICK

It was many and many a year ago
Along an old stagecoach road,
A gold camp flourished in the snow,
In the heart of the mother lode.

Soon the whole place went to heck,
And loath to call a truce,
They stretched a couple careless necks
With a crudely fashioned noose.

So the gold camp grew in infamy.
Notoriety done the trick!
And soon the little ditch was known
As historic Hangtown crick.

The camp was christened Hangtown too,
In memory of the dead,         
And far and wide her legend grew
As the lawless place them fellas wound up dead.

Soon folks rushed in from shore to shore
To pan the muddy street,
With Hangtown renowned for evermore
As the place to come to see them swingin’ feet.

The city fathers deemed it wise
To spread the gold camp’s fame.
Soon gold aplenty became the prize,
And emptying tourists pockets became the game.

When delicate womenfolk arrived,
The name Hangtown give ‘em grief.
So a brand new name was soon contrived,
In the hope it might provide the men relief.

Ravine City was considered
But the womenfolk groaned still,
So at last the city fathers
Changed the name to Placerville.

The little metropolis grew and grew
And the townsfolk, being thrifty,
Began providing gasoline
To the motorists they could lure from highway 50.

Flatlanders now are welcome
Despite what you may hear.
And we very rarely hang one.
With ropes now coiled, we count each tourist dear.

So if you’d like to live on beans
Out west where skies are sunny,
Check out Old Hangtown by all means,
And just to play it safe, bring lots of money.
SC

Tuesday, November 14, 2017

SOMETIMES IN THE EVENING


SOMETIMES IN THE EVENING

Sometimes in the evening
When the sun is sinking low,
And the pines are silhouetted
And I’ve nowhere else to go,
I remember good ol’ Placerville
In the distant days of yore,
And I’d very nearly sell my soul
To walk its streets once more.
When its avenues were dusty
And its storefronts weathered wood,
When the girls were thin and lusty
And the Ivy House still stood;
When Main Street ran a rutted course
And blooms were yet a bud,
The only ride to town, a horse,
And gold was in our blood;
When the Hangman’s Tree served nickel beer,
The Cary House was new;
Lamp-lit saloons exuded cheer
And frosty mugs of brew,
The three mile house was always full,
Lake Tahoe days away,
And folks who stopped at Hangtown
Almost always came to stay.
Father in Heaven, hear my prayer.
Dear God, please grant my plea.
If I could just awaken there.
If time could set me free.
If once more I could stroll its streets
And once more breathe it’s air,
I know there’s souls aplenty Lord
Who could benefit from prayer. SC

TATTERED STARS


TATTERED STARS

Her stripes were worn and faded,
Her fabric torn and frayed.
Tattered stars hung loosely now,
Weakened by old battles and decayed.

Still, she hung with dignity,
Despite her ragged state.
Her very fabric promised hope,
Although the hour was late.

Just then, as dawn was breaking,
A rustling in the trees,
A disturbance in the morning mist
And a cool, refreshing of breeze.

The flash of nearby lightening,
Pulses quickened by the thrill,
While meadows shook with thunder
And a deluge took the hill.

With that, Old Glory caught the wind,
Unfurled, as on the march.
Despite the hail that tore her hems,
She took the field and stretched out stiff as starch.

And those who saw this marveled,
And recalled old glory’s youth.
And hearts swelled near to bursting,
Quickened by old loyalties and truth.

And every soul saluted,
While new hope replaced old fears,
And each heart pledged allegiance,
And sealed their pledge with gratitude and tears.
 
SHANNON THOMAS CASEBEER


Wednesday, November 8, 2017

Mourning in America


Let us remember on this upcoming Veteran’s Day that our Star Spangled Banner is emblematic of our Union and all those who have fought to preserve it.  Its ubiquitous presence symbolizes a time-honored celebration of our pride, our history, and our heritage as American citizens.  Above all, it is symbolic of our unity. The stars on Old Glory represent our united states and our dedication and allegiance to our American flag and the principles of liberty and justice for which it stands. As we celebrate that unity and all those who have given their lives to defend it, we should be keenly aware that it falls to each of us to reinforce and strengthen those bonds of kinship, not despite our differences, but because of them. Take pride in your heritage, but value the traditions of others. Our greatest strength is our diversity.  Honor diversity and keep America strong.

During prolonged seasons of despair and discouragement, it’s helpful to remember that, surely as darkness must invariably give way to light and winter inevitably to spring; goodness, justice, and enlightenment will inexorably prevail over greed, apathy and ignorance. Ice will thaw; snow will melt, and spring will once more triumph with the warmth and resilience that invariably follow winter. It’s time to step out in faith, recognizing and sharing our many blessings, lifting up those who’ve fallen, encouraging those who strive to move us forward, and raising the torch of Liberty to light the way to a brighter, more prosperous future.

Our goal in America is not now and has never been, a society in which we are each fundamentally alike and in perfect agreement. The hope has always been that, through a democratic government and its resulting system of justice, we would honor each other’s personal freedoms and peacefully coexist. The goal has always been an extraordinarily diverse but generally harmonious union.  This, even in the midst of today’s deliberately polarized dissension, is achievable, through civility, compassion, rational dialogue and the joint pursuit of the time-honored goal of our Constitution: the mutually beneficial amalgamation of all our diverse populace and their beliefs, into one nation, under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all. SC


Cut each other some slack.


Each and every one of us is a distinctive product of our gene pool, our environment, our life experience and our faith. Our beliefs, our convictions, and our partisan leanings are inherent in the unique and singular individual which, through time, we each become. As a result, some of us lean blue, and others red. It’s not simply what we choose to believe. To a large extent, it’s what we’ve become. We need to accept that we’re different and cut each other some slack. SC


Monday, November 6, 2017

The Bible tells us if we would have God’s boundless affection, there’s but one condition:


The Bible tells us if we would have God’s boundless affection, there’s but one condition: We must love God without restraint and each other without exception. I realize that loving some of us is a tall order, but considering the reward, I suspect it’s worth the effort. And, just between you and me, God doesn’t expect us to be 100% successful.  He just requires us to try. I intend to try harder.  I suggest you do likewise. While loving everyone, unconditionally, without exception, at first appears daunting if not entirely impossible, that’s not necessarily the case.  We are all products of genetics, our environment, and our life experiences.  As a result, we are each very different.  Despite this obvious fact, we all have one thing in common.  Even in the case of the most seeming vile and depraved among us, that individual was once a vulnerable child.  To one extent or another, some essence of that innocent child remains.  While it’s often difficult to reconcile ourselves to what many people become, or at least appear to have become, with this insight and determination, it’s entirely possible to love who each of us was. We’re required to love the sinner, not the sin. That’s a start.  SC

Any godless sinner can put on a pious façade and slander the faith and beliefs of others, but it requires wisdom, dedication, sacrifice, and boundless compassion to truly repent and follow the teachings of Christ.  SC